Chapter 13

Evidently, the Goddess Ashtaroth didn’t want too many details released about her demands in bed. Suffice it to say, though, being the one on the receiving end of her mysterious affections, I was in for a wild ride and it was completely worthwhile. Well, she was a fertility Goddess, so that made perfect sense. I wasn’t sure if they would quite like this with the others, but her husband and she saw fit to make their time with Kara and me a bit more private from everyone else.

When I descended from the master bedroom upstairs, I heard kisses blown at me and looked up. Sure enough, it was Ashtaroth and she winked at me before grabbing me on the staircase and bending over for me there. I found out that she wasn’t as finished with me as I thought. That first act was hidden from the others, but here, she let me hammer her sacred pussy like it was going out of style against the banister. I was a little confused by that, but she shrugged as if reading my mind ... oh, wait, she probably did!

“Yes, I get that the mystery as to why I wanted privacy for that and not for this is a bit confusing for you. But I’m female. I’m a Goddess instead of a mortal woman, but I’m still an immortal woman, and one with powers, plus my husband is Baal. I tend to be entitled, and rightly so, to certain perks and privileges, far more than any mortal woman.

“I tend to be enigmatic and mysterious, and why not? Understanding a God or Goddess is a bit difficult for humans, even an ageless, immortal high priest. We goofed up by not making our priests and prophets immortal in the past and that bastard Elijah murdered them in cold blood as a result.

“Talk about slaughter! The story is a bit fudged up by Jehovah’s propagandists, but that’s no surprise there. The massacre of our priests, though, that part actually happened,” Ashtaroth informed me as I plundered her booty and she bucked her lovely hips for me.

“So, most of our sex, if we ... ever have it again with each other, will be a bit less private than that, I take it?” I broached the question.

“Who knows? Depends upon my mood, babe. Face it. You might be my husband’s high priest, but in the bedroom, dear, you’re my bitch ... and she’s his. I reserve the right to do whatever I like with you in bed ... just as he does with your sister. You have thralls, but you’re basically our thralls, too, and don’t forget it, okay?” Ashtaroth answered, “now, fuck me even harder!”

“Small price for all of our perks and privileges, well, along with all of our other duties. Still a small price to pay for all of this,” I agreed while indeed plowing her with my greatest vigor.

“And don’t you ... forget it! By the way, at some point, I’m going to want you to breed me and Baal will wish to breed Kara. That will happen. Just not sure when. When that happens, don’t be a whiny bitch about it, okay? Your brat with me and my husband’s with your sister will be raised by you and her and eventually become acolytes themselves, no doubt of that. As demigods, it should be expected. Oh, and they’ll be immortal once they come of age,” Ashtaroth warned me as I bottomed out inside her and contemplated fingering her tush.

The Goddess realized what was up and laughed before moving my hands to her ass and using them to spread her divine cheeks. Then she directed my fingers to her butthole and used them to masturbate herself anally without even asking me. A gasp of pleasure escaped her lips as she pushed back against me to get more of my cock inside her ass and more of my fingers up her booty. When she creamed herself and wiggled her lovely bottom at me, I lost it and emptied my nuts inside a bit faster than I planned.

“Relax, babe. I enjoyed that! You did nothing that I didn’t want you to do ... and hey, I get it. My ass is a treat and you know it. Don’t worry about ... it being dirty or anything. I’m a Goddess. My ass is always clean as a whistle. Nothing comes out of that hole, I assure you. Nothing ever needs to come out of that hole, you see. That orifice exists solely for sexual pleasure,” the Canaanite Goddess laughed as she licked my fingers to prove her point.

“But ... I ... I came too fast this time!” I protested.

Ashtaroth put a finger to my lips and winked at me before kissing me fully on the mouth ... with tongue.

“You’ll have all of eternity to make up for that and it’s not a big deal, anyway. Sometimes, a guy just gets that horny. He just has to know how to get a girl off in spite of it. One way or the other. And I already came ... hard, too. A lot of it from the ass play. Poor, shy human, afraid that his Goddess will get mad if he dares to touch the holy bottom!

“Honey, I let you inside my body how many times in that boudoir? I fucking lost count and you made me cum so much that if I were a mortal woman, I might have passed out! Truth be told, I get seriously wet from fucking humans who know how lucky they are to be intimate with me!

“Did you really think that some butt fun would piss me off? I’m not Jehovah! I’m not scared of some recreational sex, in case you forgot what we’ve been doing all this time! Now, run along and play with your toys! Your hot little human playthings, I mean!” Ashtaroth slapped me on the booty and sent me out Devo-style to ram some more pussy or ass.

I was immediately confronted with that sultry Albanian lady that Dad fucked yesterday and found myself balls deep inside her dripping wet snatch. Her husband was actually intimate with Kara right then, getting Baal’s sloppy seconds, which had to be a serious honor, right? My sister didn’t leave him alone at all for several minutes, riding him hard and demanding that he push further up inside her as she impaled herself on his pole. I thrust even harder inside the Albanian beauty and found her wetter than ever as I rogered her but good.

“Oh, fucking yes ... yes ... yes! I’ve ... waited ... too ... long for Master to ... fuck meeee! I’ve been fucking your father a lot, but finally you’ve come for what is yours! Fuck ... fuck ... fuck ... yes!” the Albanian cutie screamed, “Darius ... Master ... oh, fucking hell, yes! I’m so glad that I won’t be an acolyte ... I just want ... to be ... your ... bitch ... forever!”

“What about the hubby?” I teased her as I fucked her even harder and fingered her dusky ass.

“Oh, yes, I love him to death, don’t ... get ... me ... wrong, but ... oh ... fuck ... oh, fucking ... God! You’re my Master! I’m your thrall! Servicing you is ... fucking awesome!” she shouted now.

“What about dear old Dad?” I teased her even more and added some more fingers.

“He’s ... great in bed ... and I would never kick him out of it ... but, oh, fuck ... you’re the best! The best lover I’ve ever had ... bar ... none! Maybe because you’re my Master and I’m your thrall, but I think that it’s also because you ... dig my ... ass so much! The ... butt play ... it’s ... so ... fucking hot!” the Albanian lady screamed as she creamed on me in response to my dick and fingers inside her holes.

“What is your name, babe?” I asked her now as I ravished and fingered her some more.

“Mirale Haxhi, from Tirane. Yes, that’s the capital, in case you didn’t know. I’m an Orthodox Christian and my husband, Bezan, is a Muslim, but we’ve always been happy together ... other than wanting a baby! Lately, this past month, we’ve been very kinky and wild and decided to fool around and try to make babies with Americans to stay in the country! Well, plus getting some strange, of course!” the Albanian minx confessed now.